Bailed Out - The Auteurs

Your star is descending round here blindly

Tell your dancing daughter that there’s no room on the wing

We can bitch, but it ain’t tinsel town, hey!

Starchild

Can’t dance, left out on a useless limb

This party will start

To drag you down

Slap your face

And pull your hair

Bailed out, bailed out

Bailed out, this skin is shed

Bailed out, bailed out

Bailed out, this thing is dead

I was in traction, started off smiling, couldn’t help laughing

I was astounded when whey caught you unaware

And some missionary said that this week we’ve got to shoot all the dancing girls

And then replace them with satellites instead

This party will start

To drag you down

Slap your face

And pull your hair

Bailed out, bailed out

Bailed out, this skin is shed

Bailed out, bailed out

Bailed out, this thing is dead

Like to see something change

Around here, around there

Bailed out, bailed out

Bailed out, this skin is shed

Bailed out, bailed out

Bailed out, this thing is dead